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Space Job

Frolicking above the stars
On a night diminutive
Was the planet lone and captive
Licking comets just beyond
Gravitational its pull
On a very starry night
Dancing rubble with delight
Seasonal around the orbit

It was never a coincidence
How the shiny eloquence
Of the boulders’ breaking dance
Lit celestials with the sounds
Of another silent rumble
Shards of space rocks flying by
From trajectories awry
If they ever had one any

Darting through the shooting ship
Shooting through the space across
Voyage’s time had nothing loss
Parting from unknown the origin
Hull’s a-shoving floating obstacles
Trip presented its amenables
Alongside the inconceivables
Lulls of anything at all

Passengers aside withheld
In convenience they were stored
Cryosleeping so not bored
Rangers of the vast beyond
Unsuspecting of the creature
Lurking somewhere in the ship
Cables tearing in a snip
Making proper hidden nest

Sorting mucus as did best
Multilegged little scuttler
Building structures like were butter
Snorting here and now and then
As the crew erected selves
For a day just like tomorrow
No time for no bliss or sorrow
Was the company commandment

They propelled for the mess hall
Groggy lazy and the like
Juna, Hazy, Mark and Mike
Say another grayish day
Juna had her morning coffee
Mike was reading through the news
None commenting on own blues
Gonna spoil established mood

When a rattle and a crackle
Was enough for promptly startle
No one was expecting battle
Then at time of tasty breakfast
Scurry scurry through the duct
Comrades chilling shared a stare
Almost too much thought to bear
Flurry of four kinds of grim

Mike heaved baseball bat distressed
Hazy charged their trusty laser
Juna Mark each took a taser
Hike of searching there ahead
Over doors and rooms untidy
Shadows lighted and through rummage
Frantic at this day and age
Hover heads that wanted purge

Screech above escaping tail
Terrified the members present
Who just started to resent
Itch of space job for the money
Gathering the tools and weapons
Next they ventured deep inside
Passage’s mystery to hide
Thing they knew no thing about

Front them eggs and webs displayed
Planted trepidation seeds
Run and arm big were their needs
Stunt in time could save their lives
When a claws in face attack
Whole frame of small creature slashing
Vicious thrashing then a dashing
Man was Mike fell shredded throat

Juna screaming witnessed horror
Catching glimpse of monster left
The deceased in tears she’d heft
A surprise of deadly nightmare
Others shockingly uniting
Cocked their weapons sternly banding
Sudden the grief notwithstanding
Theirs the hunt to kill the beast

They proceeded after trail
Of the blood of fallen mate
Tracking lest it’d be too late
Way of following the animal
Finding it stopped on a corner
Creep appendages chelicerae
High alerting all the three
Readying for execution

When a pounce the speed of lightning
Targeted a helpless Hazy
Whose shots missed while hurting crazy
From spikes digging through the skin
Juna reached close with the taser
Trying to catch in chaotic
Swirl of friend high and spasmodic
Area where she could burn

The demoniac foul insect
Still defiling moving struggling
Over Hazy undermining
Free of capture or relief
Till a shock shook carapace
Trembling creature stopping motion
A relief from the commotion
Still it stayed on ground unmoving

And a rest came so without
An expected explanation
For abrupt finalization
Hand to lay on ground with body
Hazy Juna and too Mark
Unresponsive ruminating
Hazy too their wounds was tending
Hazy way for resolution

When a-jarring came a noise
Trio jerked in desperation
Weren’t ready new vexation
Then to promise a demise
Yet nevertheless they moved
In their sanity’s last stretch
Strained so hard by fate’s last fetch
That could someone comprehend

Weary midst the pipes advanced
In a jungle so confusing
Of materials were using
Really them for something (really)
Up until a sight presenting
Self for vision theirs relenting
As the meaning coalescing
Wrap around another one

Both of them turned on the taser
Hazy aimed at with the blaster
If they just could kill it faster…
Of two sides to stand against
Them now facing ‘nother species
One who managed end a brother
Retribution was no kinder
When one sends it for a life

Shot and ended little critter
So the humans there at ease
Were much thankful for a cease
At the stressful fight o’ violence
They turned off their fearful weapons
Watching stiffening the husk
Of the battle’s ending dusk
Day of darkest vile survival

And a turning for way back
They bore they depressing faces
For a member in last laces
Strand of Mike the best the last
And advancing through the tubing
Past the jungle towards quarters
They regretted prior orders
Brand of space job was dismay

 

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